Fissures

the beginning

is near

who says you can't do anything

just try

sometimes I just want to be a kid again

not worry about any of this stuff

I got my food stamps today

I went to the store and pretended it was xmas

so much food

gluttonous and dirty

inhaling every breath of creativity

but transforming into abstract expression

desire still ranks #1, with confusion a close second

I must remember that life is not a race, but sometimes it feels like

I'm trapped.

I want to think outside of myself.

To take a vacation from my brain.

how to get a way from one's self?

how to move through one's self to another?

my heart is a home, with three locations

my head is a cabinet of ponderings

wandering and wondering

seeking and reaching

failing

utterly useless statements

that fall on the blank page like hard cement.

just give me something real.

what makes a person cry?

such a strange and mysterious thing tears are.

cleansing and absolving

working through that sadness

expelling.

I listen for the song to call to me.

wait my turn to enter.

believe in what each note tells me is true.

the music of life, always so sharp

sometimes not a chorus, but a solo.

rarely too, a collaboration.